A/N: Guess what! I just went to the store! And I love going to the store! So here's a story about it. By the way, it switches POVs a bunch of times. Sorry if people get confused.

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One day, I was extremely bored. Mark was off filming homeless people, Collins was off with Angel, and Mimi was playing with her kitten Mew. I was feeling really lazy until I realized a tragic fact—we were out of Cap'n Crunch! Then I started asking myself some questions.

"Roger," I said to myself, "why are we always out of things? Why am I talking to myself? Where, for the love of plaid, is that fucking guy Waldo?!" I thought for like, forever (we are talking five minutes plus, here) and came to a conclusion: we need to go shopping more often! Even ex-junkie hardcore rockstars need a shopping spree now and then!

"But Roger, you're practically a hermit! You can't leave the house now," I explained. I pouted for awhile, but then I had a brilliant idea! We should open a store right here! Right in this loft. What should we call it? Just then, Mark walked through the door.

"Mark!" I cried, grabbing his shoulders. "I am in a fucking CRISIS!"

He looked at me funny. "… And what would that be, Roger?"

"I'm having problems deciding on the name for our store!" I screamed.

"Store? What store?" Mark asked, confused. He pulled off his coat and took his camera out of his bag.

"Good idea, Mark, let's film a commercial!" I said. "Lights! Camera! Action!"
The camera started rolling.

"HIIIIII!" I said to the camera. "Bored of typical convenience stores? Wanna walk up a whole bunch of steps for food?! Well come on down… well, actually up… to, umm, Roger-Marky Mini Mart!"

"Roger-Marky Mini Mart?" Mark questioned from behind the camera, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it sounds better than Roger and Marky's Mini Mart, that's just a mouthful," I whispered.

"Don't raise your fucking eyebrow in disbelief!" I told the camera. "Get your ass off the couch and go to Roger-Marky Mini Mart!"

I danced around, showing off our fantabulous layout and our couch and spacious bathroom, until I was certain that we'd get customers. I mean, who wouldn't go to the store to watch me dance? Not that I'd be like Mimi or anything. I hoped perverted old men didn't start coming here too.

After that, I held up a sign that said we did not sell clothes, personal belongings, toilet paper, refrigerators, counters, flooring, wallpaper, scarves, plaid items, film, or electronics, or anything other than food. I said the words on the sign really fast like they do at the end of commercials for action figures and stuff. Then Mark turned off the camera and I did a little victory dance.

"YES! We can open tomorrow!" I said, excitement rising in my entire being. Mark rolled his eyes and sat on the couch.

"Of course, you do realize we have to have food to sell it, right?" he asked me with a worried look in his eyes. "And we don't have a sign or anything."

I panicked. "OH NO! I FORGOT ABOUT THAT PART!" I yelled, running into my room. After rummaging around for what seemed like forever, I found some poster board and an array of Sharpies. "Mark, I need your amazing lettering skills," I said, shoving the poster board in his face. "Make sure it's pretty and rainbow-y and attracts customers, okay?"

He sighed and took the Sharpies out of my hand. "Excellent," I muttered to myself. "Now for food…"

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Mimi was sitting on her couch peacefully, petting her kitten. It had been an exhausting day, and she was glad to be home. She was thinking about visiting Roger, but he beat her to it when he ran in the door screaming about food and mini-marts, and she felt the beginnings of a migraine.

"MIMI!" Roger yelled. "Make some food, pleasy pleasy please! I need some to sell tomorrow at the Roger-Marky Mini Mart!"

Mimi paused. "Will you change it to the Roger-Marky Mimi Mart?"
Roger shrugged. "Okay."

Mimi punched the air. "Yes! Let me call Angel," she said, running out the door and upstairs to the loft. Roger followed.

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When I got back to the loft, Mark had finished 'Roger-Marky' and was starting on 'Mini' when I stopped him.

"Wait! Mimi said she'll make food to sell if we change the name to the Roger-Marky Mimi Mart!" I explained. Meanwhile, Mimi had hung up the phone and said, "Add Angel and Collins in there too, and heck, put Maureen and Joanne in there too, because you know they'll be here."

Mark, confused again, decided on the Roger-Marky Angel Collins Joanne Maureen Mimi Mart. Underneath, he wrote 'formerly the Roger-Marky Mini Mart' and supposed it would have to do. Suddenly, he realized that he hadn't even submitted the commercial anywhere yet. Maybe his connections on Buzzline could help. He shuddered and picked up the phone. "Alexi? I need a favor."

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Joanne was reading a book when the phone rang. She got up and answered it. "Joanne Jefferson speaking," she said. Roger's voice on the other end caused her to wince and hold the phone away, where she could still hear him clearly. "Okay, we'll be there," she murmured. "Although we may have some legal issues. You'll need a license."

Roger stopped talking. "Don't worry, I could probably arrange it for you," Joanne said, internally groaning. The things you do for friends…

Roger thanked her and hung up. Joanne changed outfits and called out to her girlfriend.
"Mo? We're needed at the loft. Mark and Roger are opening a mini-mart!"

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I thought Maureen and Joanne would never get here with our license. When they did, I pounced on it and put it in a frame. I nailed it to the wall, smiling widely.

"Sorry we're late," Joanne apologized. "The people there didn't want to part with that license."
"It's all good," I said. Roger, you have done it again, I congratulated myself in my mind. This is gonna be the best store ever!

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The next day, the Roger-Marky Collins Angel Joanne Maureen Mimi Mart was open for business. Mark and Joanne were surprised to see that they actually got some customers. Roger was the greeter for the store, inviting the people in and sometimes striking up a conversation. Mimi was the cashier. Mark filmed everything, and Joanne made sure there were no legal problems, but Maureen had nothing to do, so she started singing in the middle of the loft, claiming to be the 'entertainment'.

When the day was over, they had made approximately $1,400 dollars, which split seven ways for $200 dollars each, and they used the remaining cash to buy a 'Closed' sign, which hung on the door forever afterwards, each boho remembering that crazy time when they'd been a store for a day.

It's amazing what you come up with when you act on boredom.

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A/N: That was probably the longest thing I have ever written. Ever. And I did it for you guys! So review, please :D